You should be glad in any case; but I'll forgive your bad manners, as I wish you to help me.
Please step into this hansom, because I have most startling intelligence to impart--news that must not be overheard; and there is no place so safe for a confidential conference as in a hansom driving through the streets of London.

Drive slowly towards the _Evening Graphite_ office," she said to the cabman, pushing up the trap-door in the roof of the vehicle.

Mr.Stoneham took his place beside her, and the cabman turned his horse in the direction indicated.
"There is little use in going to the office of the paper," said Stoneham; "there won't be anybody there but the watchman." "I know, but we must go in some direction.

We can't talk in front of the Cafe Royal, you know.

Now, Mr.Stoneham, in the first place, I want fifty golden sovereigns.